the way i am

Todd, Noah and I were having breakfast at iHOP last Saturday, the first warm [70' F] sunny day in weeks. They were planning their boys' day out... would it be fishing? video arcade? dog park with Misty? Oh all 3, why not? I would be driving to Seattle later, sending them tweets and pics from Kina's show.

We remembered that Easter is coming up and Noah told us a story from circle. It was about a bunny, he didn't want to be a bunny anymore so he went to live with other animals and be like them. At the end he wanted to be a bunny. Well of course.

I knew this story, I told him. Yeah, Todd said, it's a great children's book. No, I said, and looking at Noah, it's like when I was little like you. I didn't want to be Filipino so I would go to my friends' houses and try to be like them. In Alhambra my playmates were from Cuba, Mexico, Korea and Taiwan. So, after learning about all the other cultures, I realized I just wanted to be Filipino. And I am. Ha.

And Noah got it. Todd shook his head. But I love him anyway. He gets it, just thinks I get a little too introspective. That's what children's stories are for, aren't they?

I looked up the title, "It's Not Easy Being a Bunny" by Marilyn Sadler. I love a story that ends up with the hero finally liking himself for the way he is. Perfectly imperfect.